When you’re out for a round of golf, it is inevitable that
you will get annoyed with the group ahead of you (“What the hell is he waiting
for? Does he think he can reach the
green from THERE?!?”), group behind
you (“Jesus Christ, do they not see us??”), or even your fellow playing
partners (Is he seriously still looking for that ball he hit 100 yards into the
woods?). I’m pretty sure this has happened
every time I’ve played, and thus, my dream of having a golf course all to
myself was born. No need to wait on
others, no one hitting into you, and no one not playing ready golf.
Well ladies and gentlemen, this morning I thought my dream
had finally come true.
After checking out the forecast, I decided I would get out
to play 9 holes this morning before my workday started. I showed up unannounced at my new home course
that I just joined, Thomson Country Club in North Reading, around 6:45am. (Quick background for you that aren’t familiar
with Thomson - which is everyone who reads this blog except one person - it is
set in a condo community, with multi-unit condos and single family homes lining
the fairways. Picture a combination of
New England Country Club/Norton Country Club layout in Myrtle Beach (because of
the houses along the course)).
Back to the story. As
I pull into the parking lot, I noticed there is not a SINGLE CAR in the lot. Awesome, I’m thinking (while a part of me also wonders 'am I here too early?'). Maybe I can even get 18 in this morning
before work if I take a cart. As I walk
up to the pro shop, there isn’t anyone inside and the doors are locked. Ok, I guess I’ll be walking this
morning. There were grounds crew members
working on the course, so at least there were people around. As I wonder to myself if I should head out to
1 to tee off, I’m thinking, “hey I’m a member now, I can just go off and play
whenever I want”.
Sounds good enough to me.
I got the golf course all to myself, just like I’ve always wanted. This is GREAT.
I tee up my ProV and stripe a drive down the middle. This is good news, since I’ve been struggling
mightily with the big stick lately. I walk
to my ball drinking my large iced coffee from Dunks. This could be a bitch to walk 9 with all this
stuff, I think. Whatever, it’s so nice
out, it’ll be good to get some exercise.
After a few errant shots (hey I'm still waking up), I am on the green in 4 (it’s a par
5). As I am about to line up my putt for
par, a truck pulls up alongside the green (there are roads that go through the
course, as it is a condo community like I previously mentioned).
“Course looks great this early”, I say to the man who turns
out is the course superintendent and is curiously staring at me.
“Yeah, but I don’t know if you should be out here this early”,
the big hoss replies, in a polite manner.
I think to myself, “This
early? Isn’t this golf where you get up
at the ass crack of dawn to play? I know it’s September but it’s supposed to be
90 out today, what the F”
In reality, I am now worried about getting in trouble at the
private course I just joined. I say, “Oh
no? Is the course not open yet? I got here about 20 minutes ago and no one
was in the pro shop so I figured I’d try to get 9 in before work. I just joined the club last week so I don’t
know all the hours and regulations”.
Turns out, there is some sort of agreement between the
course and the homeowners about early play.
They don’t want scoundrels walking around the grounds too early and have
some restrictions in place. I was out
too early.
So now I’m thinking, damn, my dream of literally having the
entire course to myself just went down the drain and maybe I won’t even be able
to play today.
I say my apologies and there’s no harm done with the
superintendent. Whew.
I walk back to the pro shop and tell them the story. Luckily, they are cool with it and tell me
during the week the earliest tee time is 7:50am. They then allow me to get out in about 20
minutes as the first one out.
All in all, I got my 9 holes in, hit some decent shots and
scored well. Even though I didn’t have the
course entirely to myself, it was close enough.